Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye - London Symphony Orchestra, Ella Fitzgerald, Buddy Bregman

Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,

Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,

Why the gods above me, who must be in the know.

Think so little of me, they allow you to go.

When you’re near, there’s such an air of spring about it,

I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,

There’s no love song finer, but how strange the change

From major to Minor,

Everytime we say goodbye.

When you’re near, there’s such an air of spring about it,

I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,

There’s no love song finer, but how strange the change

From major to Minor,

Everytime we say goodbye.